I stood up, slowly, and turned around, hugging my scraqed hand to my chest. I felt... still. My mind was calm and perfectly clear.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, not to touch me again. He deliberately reached out, placed his hand on my chest, and shoved as hard as he could.
Meat, alas, didn't know that I've been taking Aikido classes since I was ten. I'd never been pushed far enough that I'd actually use them (except in practice, and never seriously); not until that moment.
It was after school hours, and he'd put his hands on me after I had expressly told him not to, in front of witnesses.
I don't really remember much of what happened next, except that he was suddenly on the ground, I was sitting on top of him, and I had just put all of my weight into a knifehand strike to his throat. A friend of mine told me later that I'd slammed my elbow into his abdomen and flipped him clear over my shoulder. I wish to god I could remember doing that. He was twice my size, remember? It would have been my crowning moment of glory. ;3;
Metrophor, have I told you how freaking awesome you are?
Seriously, if I had ever delivered an ass-whupping of such epic proportions to any of my tormentors during middle school, my life would have been so easy. Alas, I'm too much of a pansy for that.
Still, you're the coolest person
ever.